|men's room sign @ Little Dickens, Lynchburg, Va|
Seldom a line at the men's room
you wont catch us talking sales, shop
or gossip, silent soldiers fumbling rifles, eyes cast up
avert! avert! we wait, on spotted tile, fire, aim, zip up
and move on, while our ladies shop
oblivious to our assembly line efficiency, leaving room
for the next without uncomfortable shoulder grazes, or shop
-ping bag leg brushes, there is no room
for 'small' talk, more couth than bringing up
leave the room, exit the shop & pray as u-p, you dont get caught
in the blind
ZIP --- detached
Over @ dVerse Poets today we are writing tritina poems...i know, i had to look it up...it is in no way related to a martini...which i ordered once in my life...and nearly died....not for me. Anyway, Sam has us writing these things and will open the doors at 3 pm EST.
Really if you want to know how it is done read his explanation, i have dysformexia...i got some of my ABCs backward...and that last section really is just one long line, not a stanza...really....